#AmericanWriters
I explain the silvered passing of… The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom of the steel th… The little cry of a man to a man, A shadow falling across the greyer…
The impact of a dollar upon the he… Smiles warm red light, Sweeping from the hearth rosily up… With the hanging cool velvet shado… Moving softly upon the door.
There was a great cathedral. To solemn songs, A white procession Moved toward the altar. The chief man there
“Tell brave deeds of war.” Then they recounted tales,— “There were stern stands And bitter runs for glory.” Ah, I think there were braver dee…
Friend, your white beard sweeps th… Why do you stand, expectant? Do you hope to see it In one of your withered days? With your old eyes
If there is a witness to my little… To my tiny throes and struggles, He sees a fool; And it is not fine for gods to men…
Once there came a man Who said, “Range me all men of the world in… And instantly There was terrific clamour among t…
“What says the sea, little shell? What says the sea? Long has our brother been silent t… Kept his message for the ships, Awkward ships, stupid ships.”
Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, “To save my lady!” Fast rode the knight,
I walked in a desert. And I cried, “Ah, God, take me from this place… A voice said, “It is no desert.” I cried, “Well, But—
I HEARD thee laugh, And in this merriment I defined the measure of my pain; I knew that I was alone, Alone with love,
I stood upon a high place, And saw, below, many devils Running, leaping, and carousing in sin. One looked up, grinning,
The ocean said to me once, “Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her.
There was one I met upon the road Who looked at me with kind eyes. He said, “Show me of your wares.” And this I did, Holding forth one.
Supposing that I should have the… To let a red sword of virtue Plunge into my heart, Letting to the weeds of the ground My sinful blood,